Grade Director Personally Conducts Assessment

As soon as Chen Zhao said this, the entire class was dumbfounded.

Immediately after, a roar of laughter erupted!

Even though they were in the middle of class, right in front of the teacher, the students were all covering their mouths to stifle their laughter; they simply couldn't hold it in!

He had mastered all the math problems for the entire high school curriculum? He could answer any question? And he would do it on the spot?

This tone was truly more arrogant than the heavens themselves!

Forget about Chen Miaoran, the top student in the class; even Ma Jianjun, the top student in the entire school, probably wouldn't dare to make such a boast! Although there were only a few math textbooks for high school, the problems derived from the textbook content were ever-changing and endless. To claim he knew them all?

This was no longer just ordinary arrogance; it was simply laughable! You, Chen Zhao, the bottom-ranked student in the class who failed math every single time—what kind of insanity possessed you to spout such nonsense?

The class laughed for a while before looking up at the homeroom teacher, who was currently fuming with rage, glaring fiercely at Chen Zhao. Fearing the teacher's wrath, the students bit their cheeks to hold back their laughter, and the room fell silent.

"I'll give you one last chance. Go stand in the back for the whole morning, and I can pretend I never heard that garbage you just spewed!" The veins on the homeroom teacher's forehead were bulging with anger!

Everyone felt that since the teacher had offered a way out, Chen Zhao should be sensible enough to take it, stand in the back for the morning, and be done with it. Chen Zhao had often stood in the back over the past three years; it wasn't as if he wasn't used to it.

But to everyone's absolute shock, Chen Zhao kept his cold expression and repeated himself:

"I have mastered all the math problems in the high school curriculum. If the teacher doesn't believe me, you can test me right now!"

The class couldn't laugh anymore; they all sighed and cursed under their breath:

"Chen Zhao is simply sick. He has to provoke the teacher. Once the teacher gets angry, we'll have extra homework tonight!"

"He's offered a way out and he won't take it? Isn't he a fool?"

"He claims he knows all the high school math problems, but with Chen Zhao's grades, he probably wouldn't even know how to solve a textbook example!"

"Did he drink a bottle of Red Star Erguotou before coming to school?"

Just as the classroom was in an uproar, the front door suddenly opened!

A middle-aged man wearing glasses walked in, exuding a powerful aura and an intimidating presence. The class immediately went silent, feeling a sense of shock!

It was none other than the person who had just entered.

The grade level director!

Chen Zhao's face suddenly turned pale as he remembered. During this stage of the final year, the pressure of review was immense, and many students would lie down and sleep in the back during class. After the school leadership discovered this situation, they launched a "Director in the Classroom" initiative. Occasionally, directors would conduct surprise inspections of various classes, and if they found students sleeping or violating classroom discipline, they would be sent home to reflect for a week!

Today just happened to be this class's turn! And as luck would have it, they ran into Chen Zhao clashing with the homeroom teacher!

Both the homeroom teacher and Chen Zhao had been shouting quite loudly, and the grade level director had clearly heard them from the hallway. Therefore, after entering, he walked straight over to speak with the homeroom teacher.

The two whispered something, and the homeroom teacher took out Chen Zhao's test paper to show the director. The director's face instantly turned ashen! He was clearly furious!

Chen Zhao's body swayed slightly, and he almost collapsed. He had heard many stories about the grade level director—he was strict, harsh, and hated students who disrespected teachers or cheated on their work more than anything. In this current situation, the director seemed to believe he was guilty of both!

The grade level director turned around, his stern gaze fixed directly on Chen Zhao.

"Talking back to a teacher, cheating on assignments, disrupting classroom discipline, and being a repeat offender. I am punishing you to go home and reflect for one week. Do you have any objections?" the director said, his voice sharp.

A collective "hiss" echoed through the class as many people gasped.

There were only a few months left until the college entrance exam, and every day of review was incredibly important. Being sent home for a week meant he wouldn't be able to catch up on the progress, effectively ruining his chances at the exam!

What a ruthless punishment!

Although he wasn't expelled, it wasn't much different! Both would lead to Chen Zhao falling behind in his studies, which would cause his college entrance exam scores to collapse!

Chen Zhao's face was as pale as paper; he hadn't expected the director to impose such a harsh penalty. Thinking about it, he could understand—he was a failing student sitting in the back corner who clearly wouldn't get into college, and he was disrupting the learning environment for those who could. As a teacher, he naturally had to ensure the classroom environment for the majority, and sending him home for a week was meant to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, restoring order!

But... he couldn't accept it!

This was a complete injustice!

He had to fight for himself!

Chen Zhao took a deep breath and said firmly: "Although I did this test very sloppily, I truly did it myself, problem by problem."

"My math grades were indeed poor before, but I have been studying hard recently and have had a breakthrough in math."

"If the teacher doesn't believe me, you can test me with any high school level problem. I will answer on the spot."

After Chen Zhao finished speaking, the gazes of the grade level director and the homeroom teacher grew even colder, and their faces became even angrier. Clearly, they didn't believe him; such a thing was logically impossible. A student who failed math every time suddenly claiming he knew everything?

The director stared down Chen Zhao, his face full of rage as he spoke:

"Fine then, Chen Zhao. I will pose the questions, and you will answer them on the blackboard. There will be three questions in total. If you get them all right, we will admit we wronged you, and I will apologize to you. I will pay for your college application guide after the exam and find a teacher to help you with your preferences. If you get even one question wrong, you go home to reflect for a week and receive a formal warning. Is that acceptable?"

The students in the class all turned to look at Chen Zhao. While being sent home for a week was serious, if he studied hard at home, it might not have a huge impact. But a formal warning was different. This minor disciplinary record would go into Chen Zhao's personal file and academic record, potentially affecting his future education, job hunting, and even loans!

This was a very severe punishment!

This was a massive gamble!

Would Chen Zhao accept it?

Chen Zhao said nothing. He left his seat, strode toward the podium, quickly wiped a section of the blackboard clean with an eraser, and then pulled a piece of chalk from the box. He turned to the side and looked at the director:

"I am ready. Please give me the questions!"

The director was somewhat surprised, but soon, he became even more incensed by Chen Zhao's arrogance and audacity.

Before becoming the grade level director, he had been a high school math teacher, and he knew the high school math curriculum by heart. Therefore, without looking at any books or materials, he spoke directly:

"I'll state the problem, and you write it on the blackboard. This question is the final multiple-choice problem from a math exam ten years ago."

As soon as the principal said this, the expressions of the students below changed one after another.

Multiple-choice questions follow a pattern; the first few are usually very simple, to the point where almost any middle schooler could solve them.

However, they get progressively harder toward the end. Especially the very last multiple-choice question, which is often a problem that even top students cannot solve. The math teacher had once told the class that they could simply give up on the final multiple-choice question and just guess A, B, C, or D, leaving it to fate whether they got it right. After all, even if they tried to solve it, they likely wouldn't get it right, so it was better to save that time for the subsequent problems.

But now, the director actually wanted to use the hardest multiple-choice question to test Chen Zhao?

Was this the rhythm of an instant kill right from the start?

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